Listeners’ Stories – Heather Payne Reynolds

I’ve always felt that if I had to describe my life in terms of the tortoise and the hare fable, I’m the tortoise. My spiritual evolution has been slow and steady.

I grew up in the seventies in a denomination where the only way to be saved was by immersion at some ambiguous “age of accountability” and even after baptism, you could fall away at any time. Grace was seldom given more than lip service and the Holy Spirit was something you got at baptism and never talked about again. On the most-emphasized sin list: instrumental music, un-submissive women, dancing …